How can one become an immortal with such laziness?

Ah, with such thorough preparation, her success is inevitable!

Just like how the worst student always has the most stationery, Hongli looked at her ample preparations and suddenly felt a strange sense of confidence, thinking, "I'm great," "I'm professional," and "I'm a master chef," and a smug smile appeared on her face.

"As expected of me! To achieve this level on my first attempt at cooking, calling me a little genius isn't an exaggeration, is it? Hahahaha!"

……

Outside the kitchen, the papaya milk that Xingyun wasn't used to was empty at some point, but the fear in her heart continued to spread: "Hey, Xiao Huo, did you hear that? The conspirators are grinning."

"Aha?"

Little Fire tilted his head: "What?"

"that is……"

Xingyun looked at the kitchen door again, staring intently as if trying to see into the hell behind it: "I have a feeling that something terrible is happening in there..."

"Relax, relax, Aunt Xiaoyun, you're too stressed."

Xiao Huo chuckled, then suddenly jumped into Xingyun's arms, closed his eyes, and yawned: "It must be because it's your first time visiting, so you're a little uncomfortable. It's okay, take your time..."

"Boom!"

A tremendous roar came from under the kitchen door.

Xingyun: "???"

Little Fire: "???"

"Ah?"

Xiao Huo looked at Xing Yun, whose eyes were equally confused. Don't look at her, she doesn't know either!

……

"You're mentally challenged!"

Hongli looked up at the pot lid embedded in the ceiling, her lips twitching involuntarily: "This shouldn't be, this shouldn't be at all. I was just making soup normally, why did it explode?"

After thinking for a moment, Hongli frowned and stretched out her finger to draw away some of the flames from under the pot: "Could it be a problem with the heat? Did I turn the fire up too high?"

"Hmm... what a pity for such a good pot..."

Hongli sighed, squatted down, and pulled out another large pot from underneath, laughing out loud.

"Ha, luckily I was well prepared for this kind of unexpected event. The cricket didn't expect to thwart my grand plan?"

"Come on, come on, I've prepared eighteen pots of this type alone. I want to see how many times you can fry them!"

With a flick of her wrist, Hong Li rallied her forces and looked into the distance: "Come on, Hei Yang, let me show you the depth of my feelings for you!"

……

"hiss--"

Hei Yang suddenly felt a cold wind blow past and couldn't help but squeeze his legs together: "This feeling..."

"hold head high?"

Da Ma turned his head to look behind him. What's wrong? What happened?

"Ah, it should be fine. Let's keep going."

Hei Yang's expression turned solemn as he cautiously observed his surroundings: "However, I have a nagging feeling that something ominous is about to happen..."

The chef tosses the wok, the horseshoes point north...

Yes, that's right. Someone was diligently typing away when, unfortunately, they fell into a deep sleep...

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 109 A true hero dares to face the bleakness of life and the dripping blood...

A small round table, apricot blossoms, and a small fire.

A man and a crane sat at the table, occasionally peeking nervously at the kitchen door before quickly averting their gaze and adopting an innocent and harmless expression.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

Xingyun and Xiaohuo hugged each other tightly, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at each other.

"How many times... has this happened?"

Xingyun asked softly, her voice trembling.

"The thirteenth time..."

Little Fire looked like it was about to cry.

"Um, Little Fire..."

Xingyun struggled for a moment, then stood up shakily, forcing a smile. "Auntie Xiaoyun really has something to do. Look, it's getting late, so I'll head back now. You and your senior sister should go to sleep early too..."

"do not want!"

Little Fire grabbed Xingyun's finger with its wings and wouldn't let go: "Don't leave Little Fire alone, waaaah, a hero doesn't desert in the face of battle, Auntie Xiaoyun, don't go!"

"I'm no hero!"

Xingyun broke out in a cold sweat, her voice urgent: "Xiaohuo, you are your senior sister's daughter, so you will definitely be safe. But Aunt Xiaoyun is a different story. Poor Xiaoyun might be killed, so please let Auntie go!"

"do not want!"

Little Fire shook his head vigorously, determinedly saying, "Either stay and share the hardships with me, or take me with you to escape this world!"

"Ah this..."

Xingyun paused for a moment, then glanced furtively at the exit door and then at the kitchen door. A precious quality called conscience flashed through the girl's mind, and she gritted her teeth.

"Okay! Little Fire, don't be afraid. Aunt Xiaoyun will help you escape. But be quiet and careful not to let your senior sister find out!"

"Yes! Yes! Aunt Xiaoyun is the best!"

"Shh-"

"oh oh……"

One step... two steps... hey, another step...

The door to life is right before my eyes, so close, so very close... all I need is to reach that place...

"boom!"

The kitchen door was suddenly kicked open, and Hongli's puzzled voice drifted in: "Xiao Huo, and Xiao Yun, where are you going?"

"!!!"

Xiao Huo and Xing Yun froze abruptly. Before Hong Li could speak again, they reflexively shouted, "We absolutely did not intend to run away!"

"Ah?"

Hong Li frowned: "Run away?"

"Ha, no, no, Mom, you've misunderstood, it's..."

Xiao Huo stiffly turned around and saw Hong Li holding a pot of some kind of viscous substance. Her pupils contracted sharply, and she almost choked on her breath: "Yes, yes..."

Little Fire secretly patted Xingyun's trouser leg with its wing. What is that? Please explain it to me! I can't make it up anymore!

"Ah, that... Little Fire is right, yes..."

Xingyun forced a smile. Her years of useless intelligence finally came in handy at this critical moment: "My legs went numb from sitting for too long, so I walked around the room with Xiaohuo!"

"Oh, I see... You still have the energy to wander around, young people are so energetic..."

Hong Li nodded knowingly, sighed, and smiled: "Alright, stop standing there like idiots, come and drink my freshly stewed Snow Mountain Pigeon Ten-Ingredient Tonic Soup. Look, it's just come out of the pot, steaming hot!"

Xingyun, Xiaohuo: Yes, the soup is steaming hot, but it'll probably get cold by the time we drink it...

"Um, senior sister..."

Xingyun forced a smile and asked, "May I ask what those red marks on your cheeks and the corners of your mouth are, Senior Sister?"

"Ah?"

Hongli paused for a moment, then used one hand to wipe her face. She frowned as she looked at her hand and suddenly realized what was going on.

"Oh, you mean this blood? Haha, don't worry, it's not mine. I accidentally got some on my face while handling the food. I'll just wipe it off!"

"Preparing the ingredients..."

"I accidentally got some on myself..."

Xiao Huo and Xing Yun exchanged a glance, and their minds instantly conjured up a bunch of inappropriate images for children.

"That……"

Xingyun mustered her courage and continued, "That pot of poison... cough cough, I mean, what's floating on top of that pot of soup?"

"Ah, this is just an ordinary pigeon feather."

Hongli scratched her head, looking puzzled: "Is there a problem?"